I think I warned you that I would be re-visiting Miriam Angel. It's a process.
Something gets stuck in my mind and I have to work it out. I have now created three Miriam Angel themed pieces, read numerous articles, and managed to find and read two books about Israel Lipski, the man convicted of murdering her.
My first instinct when I heard the details of the case was to be outraged about the scant attention paid to Miriam herself. I've unearthed more details about her. She was 22 and pregnant with her first child. She was having a difficult time with it, but still managed to breakfast with her mother in law every day after her husband had gone off to work as a boot riveter.
She was asleep in her bed, clearly visible through a hall window when the killer / killers came in and the murder occurred.
As I worked my way through the information I could find about the case, the focus was always on Israel Lipski. I can absolutely see why. Based on the evidence, I really don't understand why he was ever even bought to trial.
I suppose it came down to a case of his word against those of his two employees who pointed the finger back at him. He was at the scene, bearing similar burn wounds in his mouth and throat as those inflicted to Miriam Angel, but the police chose to believe that the wounds were self-inflicted out of guilt.
Despite his swift conviction, enough doubt remained that the local Jewish community managed to have the execution put on hold until another police inquiry could be conducted. While the investigation was under way, however, strangely, Israel Lipski confessed to the crime.
As to be expected, he was hung in due course, but the trial and conviction remain controversial.
Admittedly, I took a bit of a surrealistic bent on the crime as I did in my other two pieces featuring Miriam Angel.
For whatever reason, my interest lingers on all things Victorian London, at least, those concerned with crime.
I live in south Louisiana. Much local art features swamp landscapes and sea creatures. Mine does not.
Admittedly, I didn't grow up here, but I also didn't grow up in Whitechapel at the turn of last century. I did grow up in a world in which Victorian London seemed to represent all things magical and beautiful. Remember "Mary Poppins"? "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang"? I grew up on such classics so I think maybe the contrast between the Disneyfied version of that reality and the gritty contrast of what that world was really like is what draws me in.
I am wrapping up my Jack the Ripper series, but just know I will be back with at least one more Miriam Angel piece. I read the title "East End poisoner driven to murder by Angel Lust."
How delicious and dark is that? What exactly does Angel Lust look like?
As soon as I figure it out, I will share it with you!